Guinness Meditations

I am in a dive bar drinking a Guinness. It’s from a can and therefore not the same as draft.

Weirdos abound here. I need weirdos in my bars.

Current reading: Soldier of the Great War, new James Ellroy novel, Abraham Lincoln’s speeches and letters, William James’ essays, Langston Hughes poems. I tried reading some William Faulkner short stories but they just don’t hold up anymore. I doubt his novels do either.

I read where the new Speaker of the House of Representatives once saw the face of Moses in the ceiling of legislative chamber and it directed him how to vote on a bill. No comment.

Earlier this morning I saw a homeless man laden with bags of cans and bottles somehow strapped to his body, bicycling and towing a yard work wagon that contained an elderly woman.

I have a new best friend: he’s a fat squirrel that I’ve dubbed the Red Chunk.

I picked up a couple disco compilations on CD for a few bucks. These are extended versions that never made it to radio and I have been fascinated by the musicianship of these often maligned genre. Some of the players really cut loose. Taste of Honey’s “Boogie Oogie Oogie” is really something fantastic. What a groove! I also appreciate that there is absolutely zero irony with disco. You were supposed to move, feel free, feel happy, feel sexy, get laid. Can’t say that about Pearl Jam.

Thanksgiving looms. I’ve got to shake things up and do something novel. I rarely go looking to find a story, but I might this time. Holidays are good for this kind of sleuthing.

I’m not sure why I get so many compliments on a certain plaid cloth coat, the one I’ve owned for 25 years and bought for three bucks in a Coos Bay thrift store. Someone just recently told me she wanted to wear it around the house with nothing underneath. Good ol’ JC Penney Towncraft quality!

Why so many editorials about Matthew Perry? I’d rather read editorials about non-celebrities who battled addiction and didn’t have access to expensive professional help. Then we might actually learn something useful to enact social policy.

I saw a tall and older homeless man riding a bicycle and eating a bag of candy corn. His face was pulverized. I wonder if I’ll ever get that image out of my mind.